Dante’s pov
I looked at her and sighed.
“You are not going to the event,” I said and she looked at me confused.
“What are you talking about?” she asked me.
“You heard me, you are not going to that event,” I repeated myself and she sighed.
“I don’t have the time for this,” she said and was about to leave the room but I held her hand.
“YOU ARE NOT GOING,” I said firmly and she rolled her eyes at this.
“And why is that?” she asked me.
“Because I say so. Because I don’t want you to go,” I answered.
“You don’t even have a valid reason for telling me that. Then why should I listen to anything you have to say?” she asked me.
“Because I am your husband,” I retorted and she looked at me.
Her brown eyes seemed confused but there was something in there as well.
I watched how she smir
